It was a hot summer day in middle Tennessee. The sun was high in the sky. The heat index was through the roof. He had come to follow her home to just spend time with her. They could watch the grass grow, he didn't care. As long as he could touch her, smell her scent, and be lucky enough to maybe kiss her sweet lips. He was a working man, and appropriately filthy from his endeavors. As she walked across the parking lot to meet him both heart rates increased. He was leaning against his truck, sweat beading his brow. His light hair was a sharp contrast to his very tan skin. His t-shirt tucked into work jeans were both smudged with dirt and grime. His work boots were so filthy she wondered if they had ever originally been one solid color. She loved that about him. He leaned with his arms crossed over his chest, strong hands holding his biceps, the picture of relaxation and anticipation. His eyes caught her and he simply watched her walk to him. She was in professional dress, a suit and heels. He sunglasses hid her look of pleasure at walking towards him. He watched her. Her dark hair fell thick and shiny over her forehead and across her shoulders. She walked with a grace that belied how clumsy he knew she was. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, the heat making it that much harder to breathe. Her calves were beautiful, leading down to her heels that made the entire look worth a second glance.
She walked up to him, taking him in. Without thinking, she reached up and kissed him. She didn't care who saw her. She was in love, although she hadn't quite acknowledged it yet. He walked her to her car, seated her in, and leaned in to kiss her again. She wasn't wearing panties. He found out when he slid his work roughened hand up her thigh under her silky skirt. He groaned in appreciation and frustration. There was no way he could enjoy her like he'd like here, in this parking lot, in front of her office, where he was almost positive someone was watching them. He quickly kissed her once more and went to his own vehicle to follow her. Traffic was awful, they got stuck for almost an hour. To liven up the drive home she took full advantage of his pulling up beside her. She slid her car into park, slid her skirt up to her hips, and he almost climbed out of his truck window. As her fingers glided over hear breasts, down the curve of her stomach, and to her thighs, he thought he would explode. When she dipped her fingers inside her depths, then brought them to her lips to taste, he damn near did. Mercifully traffic began moving and he was fast on her trail.
They arrived at her home and she immediately went to change out of her suit. She re-emerged in a little white tennis skirt and a tank top. As if she didn't have his attention already, she certainly did now. They ran some errands and were both so spun up she found a little corner of her neighborhood she used to use and they parked the car and were immediately upon each other. Arms tangled, mouths meshed, hands ran over hot skin, desperately seeking fulfillment they knew wouldn't find. Finally she pulled away, steadied her breathing, and started the car. Never had she ever felt magnetism like this. This attraction defied anything she'd ever thought was possible. He was her drug, and she was addicted.
The time finally came for him to go. He wasn't happy about it, but neither was she. She walked him outside and he grabbed her for a goodbye kiss. The pent up frustration from the afternoon exploded. He was leaning against the truck, the door open, her arms entwined around his neck. She ran her hands down his strong chest, reveling in the feel of the muscles rippling under her touch. She couldn't take it anymore. She reached down and jerked his belt loose from the fastenings. She reached in and took his shaft in her hand. He was hot and silky smooth. She groaned against his mouth. She had to have him. NOW. She reached her hands in the truck. She wrapped one hand around the steering wheel. She slid him into her as she reached up and grabbed the head rest of the drivers seat. Their lips were locked together, with her feet supporting herself on the rails of the truck. Harder and faster they moved until he couldn't hold back anymore. He exploded inside her and she clenched around him, finally feeling her own release. She held on just a few more minutes, savoring the fall back to earth. She stood back up, kissed him once more, and left him in the driveway dazed. Until next time that would have to hold them.
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